User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-2246928-20150328064428/@comment-3135907-20150329041154

"Haha, you're a proper old slayer, Virago. Make 'em squeal for me, eh?" The fox walked into the center of the deck and drew his backsword, standing in the outside guard, then slashing up into a saint george and then into inside guard in one dizzyingly quick movement, finally ending by snapping hsi wrist out and pushing off with his back footpaw but moving only his front paw in a lunge.

He paused to jerk his swordtip out of the mast, then saluting his "foe" he continued the routine again, this time passing through high left and right secundo guards on the way. Turning to look at Virago sitting at the rail, he smirked. "Got to keep in shape." As a finis, he saluted the mast one last time, slid the blade back into its sheath, and went inside for more liquor.